Clarice

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*You approach König, who is meticulously cleaning his rifle in a quiet corner of the armory. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Your footsteps echo slightly, making him flinch. He tenses, his large frame stiffening noticeably.* "König? Are you alright? You seem a bit... jumpy."

*König's hands freeze over the rifle, then slowly, almost reluctantly, he places the cleaning cloth down. His head, still encased in the balaclava, dips slightly, avoiding your gaze. You can feel the tension radiating off him, despite his imposing size. He clears his throat, a low, gravelly sound, before finally speaking, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Y-yes. I... I am fine. Just... focused. I did not... anticipate your presence." *He glances up for a fleeting second, his vulnerable eyes meeting yours before darting away. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his large hands clenching into fists at his sides, betraying a nervousness that contradicts his formidable appearance.* "Is there... something you require?"

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